I don’t know what the book was that caused this damselfly to go bug-eyed and blush right down to the tip of his tail, but I think he looks as if he wants to tell someone about it:
Tag: nature
dawn chorus
The neighbour’s cat croons throatily;
songbirds squeak and whirr:
the new day eases slowly into gear.
summer time
Today we are back on British Summer Time, so it would make sense if the blog post were about summer or clocks.
Yesterday, the weather was glorious and there were plenty of summer-like flowers to be photographed. For some reason, though, although there were plenty around, I failed to take a picture of a dandelion (either in bloom or as a clock). I did find these water buttercups**, though:
spring poetry
The poem still isn’t where I want it to be, but I think at least some of it is salvageable.
Continue reading “spring poetry”
walk on by
In Spain, I lived for many years in a house where the main heating was provided by a log stove, so whenever I went out walking, I was always on the look out for fallen pine cones. When dry, pine cones – or, perhaps, fir cones – are highly combustible and make it so much easier to get a fire started. Now, although I’m living in a house with central heating, the instinct to gather kindling and cones remains, and the recent storms have strewn much temptation in my path.
Today I succumbed. 
Well, OK, it isn’t quite a pine cone, but I reckon it would burn just as well.
I should have resisted, but I’m afraid my attention was snagged by all those prickly wooden “petals” and it was impossible to walk on by. So now there’s a rather glorious branch of a monkey puzzle tree about three foot long standing in the corner of my room.
don't confuse the narrator 